One of my more memorable moments in Providence: we (my sisters and I) were with my dad, travelling back to his apartment when we stopped at a light. On the corner was an amputee in a wheel chair. As we waited for the light to change, he dropped his unit out one of the empty legs of his shorts and peed on the corner. As I pointed and my sisters innocently looked out the windows, the light went green and my dad sped away.
Your writing is getting more and more Wil Wheaton-esque. I like it. Great post.
If I were to venture a guess, that sounds like some Kennedy Plaza action.
Ahh, the Prov.